Maurice greene opened the door to his balcony each day around 9 a.m., stepped outside, looked at the glittering sea and took a deep breath of salt air. Another fine morning in Sydney. Marion Jones awoke in her suburban apartment and said good morning to her husband, the very large, very injured shot-putter C.J. Hunter. Meanwhile, at the Olympic Village in Homebush, 10,000 young athletes were being shuttled to competitions. They were busily proving that Korean women sure can shoot arrows, that Ping-Pong isn't just kid stuff, that while Americans and Australians still rule swimming, the Dutch and Italians are bearing down. Off the clock, these athletes were buying sou- venirs, taking pictures, going to pubs-living the Olympic experience.
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